These are the days, when I don't feel comfortable in my own skin, when everything feels wrong, and I can't seem to stop myself from wandering around the vast space that my head is. My appetite sneaks out, and I'm left staring at whatever thing that's supposed to be edible.
These are the days that I realize in shock, that I do care about the opinions of others, even though I act like, and say that I don't. Guilt pricks me, over every disappointment that someone I care about has had to experience because of me.
These are the days that I wish that I hadn't left without looking back, maybe if I'd forgiven, if I'd given one more chance, if I'd stayed, maybe I wouldn't be this lonely.
These are the days that I wish that the walls around me weren't so high. I wish that someone would be brave enough to climb them or better still break through them. I wish that I wasn't pushed so far, and that the walls hadn't been built in the first place to protect myself.
These are the days that I wish I had never grown up, that I hadn't been left alone to face the tough crowd that life is. The days I wish I would go back to my firefly catching days, the days in which everyone believed in me. The days in which I wish that things were still as easy as they were in the beginning.
These are the days I feel like I've lost my innocence.
Lucent Britex.